Good Job, Dorks

So I just got back from Dinkins, where I recieved a letter from my sister that contained details about her upcoming haircut and our family's new computer and other exciting news. While over there the MTV VMA (that stands for Music Television Video Music Awards for those acronym challenged) were playing on the big screen that no one seems to ever be watching. ( By the way what the fuck does MTV know about music (they know about pop star's private lives and who's fucking who) or music videos (they play their video blocks late at night and the videos that do come on TRL are only minute and a half clips with those annoying cheerleader rejects screaming over top of the new 50 Cent.) They should just have a reality show award show and get it over with.

But anyways...Ok Go were on there, which is cool because they're all indie and shit (nothing screams "indie" like Target commercials and vintage suits.) So Ok Go performing their newest single; what's wrong with that right? That's the problem right there. They weren't performing anything but the new dance from their new video. Holy Flaming Buttholes is right, Batman.

Their newest video is them dancing around on treadmills ("It's all one take. AMAZING!") so the ad wizards at MTV decided to have them come on and do the dance in front of a live audience. Let's just say I didn't sit throught it all; only about 35 seconds actually but I'm praying to God one of them (preferably the cute singer or maybe the fat bald one) fell flat on their face or got a shoe string caught in the treadmill. But since I'm sure they've practice that dance more than they practice getting their songs in order or even fixing their hair really fucking nice, there is no way in hell anything went wrong.

So my message is this: STOP FUCKING DANCING. WRITE GOOD SONGS. If you write good songs, then you don't have to dance. You're not Madonna, you should be concerned with kicking ass on stage, not doing ballet moves.